A beachside call

Sitting quietly on the beach
Following the rise, the fall, the splashing waves,
A young girl, her favourite doll , cut through my eyes
Flirting once again, my ignorant childhood fantasies
Her cherry red cheeks, the impatient eyelids
The girl of my childhood is back..
Full of naughtiness that age can bring
Running after the bunnies to catch them
Watching the brother fly the purple red kites
Playing with my mates, yet sharing little contacts
Jumping to touch the sky, hold the rainbow,
Waving hands full of colourful bangles
Walking along the nearby lake,
With pockets full of chocolates and cakes,
Just when I start to learn, the splashing waves
Brought me down, life has to move on..

Smile

Does a smile always stands for happiness. I would be smashing my head against the wall if I say No. And if I don’t do that, somebody else will be privileged to put you against the wall. We smile when we win, we smile when we see our dear ones happy, we smile as kids when our hands are stuffed with bagful of chocolates, we smile when our paintings receive the praise they deserve, we smile on that melancholy feeling that our song has reached the hearts of many, we smile...

But seldom people notice that there also exists another often undiscovered niche for a smile. That is in sadness. Yes, sometimes we smile even if we are sad, we smile even if we are broken from inside, we smile because it makes the other end happy. It might be an unfortunate child clamouring for a piece of bread on the shabby streets, it might be your parents, it might be the person you love most or it might be yourself also. No wonder this happiness is so much dear to the other end because it opens a whole world of hopes, strength and self beliefs within.

Those days!!

Give me back those days
When my wings dared the red-breasted merganser
Careless about what the boundless open sky thinks
Carassing the mighty strokes the sun would boast
My trillion passions flew high without a regret
Up and high, in the wantons of that seamless air…

Give me back those days..
When my eyes chased the innocent butterflies
Flying behind the churchyard gate,
Fluttering across the overgrown grasses,
Along the green narrow lanes my sister takes
My trillion passions ran fast without a pause
Fast and clean, in the persuit of triumph..

Give me back those days..
When the confident feets walked on the Azur
Unperturbed by the cruel waves, the nasty tides
Lured only by the hope beneath the far sighted darkness
My trillion passions thrived without a doubt
Proud and grande, under the moonlight sensations..

Its innings over!

Its innings over and time for a break. But unlike the crowds expectations, much to your own frustrations and much to the agony of your dear ones who have always wanted you to be at the zenith of success, the fate of the match looms in uncertainty.
Uncertainty …it’s such a tintilating word..always unsure of what it symbolises, hope or despair. Sometimes it seduces the good thoughts inside you, the very next moment it can ditch your smiles. Not everyone likes to be on such patchy ground for they often lose confidence on their own feets. You are not a superman, and so not an exception to the fear of uncertainty.

It’s been a roller coaster ride for you, here, in one of the most beautiful place on this planet. There are good things around, the very sight of which makes you happy from inside and it energises you with durable confidence to give shape to your dreams. You sometimes wonder how dreams can look so simple. The water looks so clean, the nature looks so green, the morning feels so fresh and birds look so innocent. You feel as if nothing can go wrong with you and life has so much in store for you. You follow a selfless painstaking journey because you know you believe in yourself, your vision , patience and perseverance. You get scintillating acknowledgements for your efforts, you travel to places that you visioned only as crazy childhood fantasies, you forget your age, you only know you are still young in thoughts, you make new friends , you learn new matured definations of fun, you learn new ways of admiring beautiful things, from wine to women, from sea to sky…you learn to cherish the finer aspects of life, the person you want to be..

But everything good is never permanent. Its very fragile. It looks tempting and beautiful but when it breaks, it also anhilates a lot from inside you.

I dont remember!

I don’t remember when I measured for the last time
Every inch of happiness with a vernier calliper…
I don’t remember when I cried for the last time
With tears reluctant to flow along my emotions…

I don’t remember when I won for the last time
The victory wrapped in praises from the critics mouth..
I don’t remember when I failed for the last time
The failure that anhilated the vision I nurture….

I don’t remember when I griefed in pain for the last time
That pinched every bloody vain quietly sleeping so far..
I don’t remember when my heart for the last time
Gyrated in synch amidst the vibrant daffodils..


Yes, I don’t remember anything, even oblivious of myself,
I am learning all about my life,
By looking through her eyes..
Perhaps finally she has come to answer my conscience..
Perhaps finally love has taken its course today!

Inside Me

Hi everyone,
Some people take writters as unknown souls in the darkness of madness. But then, life is beutiful and we must learn to admire it. Each one of us, irrespective of what circumstances we are into, in our daily life cherish some small little moments, which take us to a different world of imaginations and which makes us realize that there is "someone inside me" whose thoughts start from the point where we end.

This blog is a train of some insignificant snippets of that "someone inside me"